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| you still remember me by nailass @ deviantART |
Maybe an old soul
Arcing through the mists of time
Remembered the joys of physical form,
Yearned to complete a journey
Begun eons ago,
Ethereal freedom
Traded for
Humanity.
Maverick tendencies
Amplify the contradictions
Nestled within me,
Sarcasm cloaked in sweetness,
Fundamental flaws
In one seeking a more spiritual side,
Eccentric yet predictably normal,
Likeable but intimidating, and just a bit
Disjointed.
~~~~~ This poem was inspired by an interesting prompt from over at Poetic Bloomings. We were asked to write an acrostic poem using our full names entitled “Who Do You Think You Are, (insert your name here.)” This is the first in a series of 20 prompts that is supposed to result in a poetic memoir of sorts.
2 comments:
Love this, Mary!
Oh you have mustered a great bunch of words here - well done!
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